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10.12.07

Gogol Bordello gig Hammersmith Apollo

Last night Lucaman, Niko and I went to Gogol Bordello gig in Hammersmith Apollo, London. There was a mad story that had to go on, cuz of course we felt a bit gipsy inside. We got to the place with some rhum into da stomach and as soon as we got into the huuuuge arena and noticed that we could not jump down in the dance hall from the sits we had we realized we had to invent a genial great escape. We tried all fire exists but they all brought us outside. So we went back to the dance hall entrance and I managed to jump in (very naughty). So I get into the dance hall and the guys get back upstairs find the fire exit get the fuck out and get the fuck in again from the dance hall fire exit that I opened for them from in.
ahahaha.
And then just - three hours of the best energy a music group can ever give its audience.
Thanks Gogol Bordello - never stop your supertheory of supereverything cuz you get me joyful.

and I promise my marriage will never end up like this.

However we did end somehow fucked - we were wet as if we had just came out of a bath. We, thus, took our tshirts off and kept only sweaters on.
When we went back into the tube we, therefore, did our 'loundry'.



Have you ever been to American wedding?
Where is the vodka, where's marinated herring?
Where is the supply that gonna last three days?
Where is the band that like Fanfare.
Gonna keep it goin' 24 hours

Ta-tar-ranta-ta-ta
Super taran-ta taran-ta ran-ta ta

Instead it's one in the mornin'
and DJ is patchin' up the cords
Everybody's full of cake
Staring at the floor
Proper couples start to wonder
That it's time to do
People gotta get up early
Yep, they gotta go
People gotta get up early
And she'd gotta boyfriend
And this whole fucking thing
Is just a one huge disappointment

Ta-tar-ran-ta

Nothing gets these people going
not even Gypsy Kings
nobody talks about my Supertheory
of Supereverythings!
SO be you Donald Trump
Or be an anarchist
Make sure that your wedding
Doesn't end up like this

I understand the cultures
Of a different kind
But here word celebration
Just doesn't come to mind